#Carolyn Forche

[vivacissimx]

'Every Time' by by Claribel Alegría (tr. Carolyn Forché)

[woundgallery]

Carolyn Forche

[smakkabagms]

How is it possible that I am living here, as if a childhood dream had forced / an empty theater in which to mount a small production of its hopes?

Carolyn Forche

[thepoetrycurator]

Excerpt from the poem "We'll Not Die in Paris" by Natalka Bilotserkivets, translated by Dzvinia Orlowsky.

From IN THE HOUR OF WAR: POETRY FROM UKRAINE edited by Carolyn Forche and Ilya Kaminsky.

[mournfulroses]

Carolyn Forché, from Blue Hour: Poems; “Elegy for an Unknown Poet,”

[albatrossflyingfar]

second part of my noelle/kahono oneshots, based on line 10 of mourning by carolyn forche

non-sexual taking a bath + feels, check it out if you love these two useless lesbians!!

thanks<333

[papyrusandpaints]

The Angel of History, Carolyn Forche (Poetry, 84 Pages, Paperback, Harper Perennial)

A light weekend read! ❤️

[alrederedmixedmedia]

Alredered Remembers American poet (born Detroit) Carolyn Forche , on her birthday.

"Poetry is the voice of the soul, whispering, celebrating, singing, even."

-Carolyn Forche

[theirony-of-choking-on-this-dick]

2024 dostoyevsky-official challenge

january: “the colonel” by carolyn forché

more under the cut

i originally bought this book of poems (the rag and bone shop of the heart) from goodwill last year & haven’t touched it since.

the cover is torn off and on the title page, written in shoddy cursive is “pg. 89 / The Colonel / Carolyn Forche / May 1978”. now, i like to believe it was their favorite poem or maybe they knew the author.

that little bit of character is why i bought the book actually

so, i thought, what perfect way to start this challenge. with this poem.

immediately, i’m struck by its structure. it’s a block of text, more like a story, not a poem. but the sentences are sleek and short. it’s like a mosaic.

every sentence ends with a period, except one. and it’s one i find the most,,,raw, to be honest.

“something for your poetry, no?”

[firefliesforever]

Because One Is Always Forgotten - by Carolyn Forche In memoriam Jose Rudolfo Viera 1939-1981: El Salvador

When Viera was buried we knew it had come to an end, his coffin rocking into the ground like a boat or a cradle. I could take my heart, he said, and give it to a campesino and he would cut it up and give it back: You can’t eat heart in those four dark chambers where a man can be kept years. A boy soldier in the bone-hot sun works his knife to peel the face from a dead man and hang it from the branch of a tree flowering with such faces. The heart is the toughest part of the body. Tenderness is in the hands.

[sedgwickpdf]

chucky s2 contains an absolutely radically wild reference to carolyn forche’s poem “the colonel.” i love poetry and i love television

[dcydrecmings]

Why you are beautiful 

to be loved by you is magic

you are beautiful in soft light, soft features, and soft tone. kindness is not weakness. spirits visit this mortal realm in order to cry on your shoulder. carolyn forche wrote, "tenderness is in the hands." you bravely hold everyone and everything you love in your palms, each morning lifting the sun to his proud position in the sky, and each night coaxing the moon out of her cave. you radiate love. it is warm, like sunlight pouring through window blinds.

[heart-songs]

Upon Reflection after Carolyn Forche

I take off my shirt, tender skin shrinking under the glare of watchful eyes narrowed by judgment, not flickering with lust.

I shiver, exposed auburn waves smothering indecisive shoulders translucent ridge of ribs narrowly keeping hold of a heart too long left untouched.

I step closer. You step closer. I raise my trembling hand. You do the same. (The audacity!)

Our fingertips meet resistance, the stop of cold hard reflection. Your eyes spill secrets now and so do mine.

- Cora Finch

[soracities]

We have, each of us, nothing. We will give it to each other.

Carolyn Forché, from “For the Stranger”

[hangsawoman]

when carolyn forché wrote “i tore open your letter and licked the envelope’s seal for any lingering taste of you” and nikki giovanni wrote “when i come home if you’re not there i search the air for your sent” and emily dickinson wrote “i could not drink it, sue, till you had tasted first” …

[sinligh]

I always want more than I have in my hand…

I decide.

I don’t cry. I burn, I dance with the flames. Mix my blues with the bright colors and the scarlet gems.

I entrance the sun and seduce the hell within you.

I paint new lifes, create different hues none of them have, both of them crave.

I’m the daughter of Mother Earth that nobody knew about

An arsonist? I decide.

Like an eternal fire I burn, until the gleam becomes blinding.

And i wonder if the ashes In my realm are the only way to extinguish the extreme of the damage I create ?

Only to remember that I decide.

i reach for the sun melt it into a stream.

My secret lover she knows I always want more than I have in my hand

My beloved dream, she’s far far away and she likes to think she knows better

Yet, she is wrapped around my little finger.

My only admirer

I decide.

•••

•Quotes: Eloisa Amezcua/ Harper Lee/ Venetta Octavia/ Richey Edwards/Adrienne Rich/James Joyce/Carolyn Forché/

•Original context: Sinligh

•Art reference:

1. "Pantomime No. 16" Denis Sarazhin. 2. Art by Denis Sarazhin. 3. Wildfire by Artem Chebokha. 4. I'll keep you warm by Alex Stoddard. 5. Art by ffoart 6. painting by Roberto Ferri, 1978